On May 4, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning splashed on the sea with waves, a majestic and domineering battleship slowly sailed towards the rising sun. The graceful streamlined hull, huge and majestic radar antenna, the majestic and powerful dual-air air defense missile launcher, and the white hull protection color of Shanghai, made this ship full load displacement exceed 4,000 tons, cost 250 million US dollars, known as the world's most advanced destroyer, looks like the sea god Posellon, who came to the world, ruled the sea with unlimited scenery...

"The scenery outside is so beautiful!" In front of the carrier-based radar operating table of the combat command center in the middle of the Sheffield, the young radar operator Foster was staring at the real-time outside the ship presented on the integrated display not far away, and couldn't help but make a sound:

"When I take my girlfriend here for vacation, I believe she will fall in love with her here!"

"I don't know if your girlfriend will fall in love with this place, but when it comes to vacation, aren't we doing it now?" As soon as Foster finished speaking, Bosi, the electronic signal operator next to him, said quipped.

Foster was stunned at first, then grinned and showed an extremely bright smile: "That's true. In the past two days, we have approached the 12-nautical mile cordon in Argentina several times. They didn't even react at all, and even the minimum radar tracking failed to appear. I guess, I'm really scared of us. So, I would like to advise you to take a good look at this beautiful sea area. When the war ends in a few days, you can't even see it if you want to!"

"I don't have the romantic feelings of yours!" Bosi waved his hand, then stretched his waist in his seat: "I'm a little bit suffocated. Argentina has lost its 'Super Military Flag', so there's always a 'Sky Eagle'? Now, I can't even get a fly, and I haven't had enough exercises yet!"

"Argentina's 'Sky Eagle' attack aircraft is no different from flies. Even if our Mr. Bosi attacks, there is nothing to show off!"

As soon as Boss finished speaking, Major Smythson, the radar signal officer of the Sheffield, walked over quickly with a smile, and followed him was Captain Salter, wearing a brand new Royal Navy Colonel uniform. When he saw two young soldiers, he nodded at them very gentlemanly, and then smiled with a unique British humor:

"Good morning, gentlemen, I personally think there is really no need to fight flies because it will affect our appetite for breakfast!"

After hearing Salter's words, a thunderous laugh suddenly erupted in the entire combat control room. After a while, Salter continued:

"Okay, gentlemen, Prince Charles will express condolences to everyone on behalf of the Queen later. In order to ensure the signal is smooth, Mr. Foster, please suspend the radar signal for a few minutes first. Mr. Boss, please connect to No. 10 Downing Street, London as soon as possible. 'Sheffield' will say good morning to Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Okay, sir!" Foster responded, but then frowned: "But will the radar signal be turned off..."

"No more than five minutes, and Besides, Argentina now doesn't even have the courage to release flies. Five minutes, it's okay!" Major Smyson waved his hand indifferently.

Foster and Bosi looked at each other, stopped talking, and then sat back to their position and began to connect. Colonel Salter raised his arm, looked at the Rolex watch in his hand, and murmured with excitement:

“There are five minutes left and three minutes before the scheduled call time…”

"Three minutes!" The same words also sounded in the Rio Grande Air Force Base in Argentina, three hundred nautical miles away from the Sheffield destroyer. The speaker looked nervous, but more uncontrollable and impatient. From time to time, he looked at the dedicated flying watch on his wrist and the vast blue sky:

"As planned time, three minutes have passed. Why hasn't the 'Qingxing' sent back the information? My God, is China's Lu OK?"

"Can you do it? Isn't Lieutenant Bereta better than anyone else in the past two days of training?" Riquelme, the Air Force Captain standing next to Lieutenant Bereta, sucked the Cuban cigar in his hand calmly, glanced at the two magic-modified A-4 "Sky Eagle" attack aircraft next to him, and continued with confidence:

"I have a strong feeling that Lu is the angel sent by God to help us Argentina. His position as the "Star of the Star" will surely illuminate our victory. Lieutenant Bereta, please believe me. If you want to avenge your brother, please believe me!"

"I believe, from the moment I tested the modified plane, but now, I feel my brother's soul calling me to revenge. Really, I promise God that I absolutely feel..."

“Buzz~~buzz~~~~”

Before Bereta finished speaking, the entire Rio Grande Air Base recalled a harsh battle alarm, and then the command radio station on the apron came from the unquestionable voice of Lieutenant General Messi, Chief of Staff:

"Prepare to take off!"

"Lt. Bereta, I believe your brother will bless us!"

"must!"

Riquelme and Bereta patted each other on the shoulders, picked up their flight helmets and ran towards their own fighter planes. At the same time, many Argentine ground crews were busy like bees. Two long-prepared c801 anti-ship missiles were mounted on the heavy-load racks on the belly of the aircraft. In order to maintain balance, a pair of fuel tanks were also hung on both sides, fuel filling, instrument inspection, and engine test drive. All the pre-flight preparations were quickly and quickly, and they were completed in one go!

Fifteen minutes later, when the two modified A-4 Skyhawk attack aircraft carriers C801 anti-ship missiles had just stopped on the airport runway, the voice of Lieutenant General Messi, who was sitting at the airport command tower, rang loudly in the pilot's air-ground telephone:

“'Aries', get ready to take off!”

"'Aries' understand!" Rikelme replied calmly.

"'Berret', get ready to take off!"

"'Berret', understand!" Beretta's voice was a little nervous, but more excited!

"Can take off!"

With Lieutenant General Messi's order, the two jet engines burst into thunderous roars, and then the two "Sky Eagles" rose into the air like sharp arrows leaving the strings, and penetrated into the sky...

About fifteen minutes later, Riquelme and Bereta flew to a designated airspace. As the long-range aircraft, Riquelme immediately called the KC-130h aerial tanker that had been on standby here. Just like the drills these days, in less than two minutes, the huge KC-130h aerial tanker appeared directly in front of the two.

Both of them are old birds in the Argentine Air Force, and the top students trained by the US Air Force. They are already familiar with air refueling. The two swung the joystick a little, and the aircraft's fuel rod accurately aimed at the refueling hose. After a few minutes, the fuel tank was filled. Riquelme thanked the tanker pilot, led Bereta to roll, and flew towards the far sea...

At the same time, at a height of more than 100 nautical miles on the Sheffield, an Argentine Air Force P-2 Neptune reconnaissance aircraft was spinning the old mechanical radar carried on the fuselage. This reconnaissance aircraft, code-named "Qingxing", was looking down at the sea from a height of more than 1,000 meters with his eyes.

In the cabin, Lu Jiadong, Song Xiaoxu and others who were preparing to track the results of the battle and evaluate the effectiveness of the C801 anti-ship missile were staring at the slightest radio waves on the Leita display. At this moment, several huge snowflakes flashed on the radar screen:

"It's happening again, damn, fortunately adjust the anti-filter in time, otherwise I will lose it again!"

"Okay, just find out!" Lu Jiadong nodded with satisfaction, and then said to the Argentine radar operator beside him:

"The target position has come out, report it!"

"I understand!" The radar operator responded, and then looked at Lu Jiadong with gratitude: "Mr. Lu, you are the angel sent by God! Thank you!"

After saying that, without waiting for Lu Jiadong to reply, he grabbed the phone and shouted:

"Call 'Aries' and discover a large British ship, with a position of 52°33′55″ in south latitude and 57°40′55″ in west longitude!"

“'Aries' received it!”

Almost at the moment when this message was finished, Riquelme turned off all the radio communication devices in the cabin, moved the joystick in his hand down, and descended with Beretta to an ultra-low altitude of only a few dozen meters from the sea. In the silence of the radio, he made a final sprint towards the British warship......

The waves surging and wet the hatch, but they couldn't stop the Warriors' determination!

The cockpit is silent and dangerous, but still fears the confidence of the brave!

Every minute and second, time flies, and the desire to win makes them invincible in the world...

When the navigation system showed that the aircraft had reached the best distance for missile launch, Riquelme and Bereta pulled the joystick suddenly, and the aircraft jumped straight up to the sky. At the same time, the radar was both turned on, and the an/apg-53 radar located inside the nose felt a huge echo.

Then, through preliminary settlement, along with altitude, wind speed, heading, coordinates and other information, it was collected through the 1553b data bus and was installed in the electronic compartment on the back of the fuselage. In an instant, the shooting elements followed the pre-arranged dedicated line and entered into the fire control system of the c801 anti-ship missile!

The whole process was complex and rapid. In just a few seconds, the green light that allowed missile launches to light up in the cockpits of Riquelme and Bereta:

"Distance 20 nautical miles, launch!"

The moment the indicator light flashed, Rikelme burst into a roar, pressing his right thumb hard on the red button of the joystick. At the same time, the fuselage trembled violently, and a sharp arrow flew out with a dazzling red light......

"Start up! Return!"
Chapter completed!